Yorishiro Meika
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Meika Yorishiro | |
| Player: @Vivi-anne | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Thugs/Dark MM |
| Security Level: | 50 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Unknown |
| Known Aliases: | Koko Ming Na, Ciceromingna, Karen Hikari |
| Species: | Unknown Hominid |
| Age: | Confidential |
| Height: | 5'5" |
| Weight: | 130lbs |
| Eye Color: | Lt. Blue |
| Hair Color: | Black |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Japanese |
| Occupation: | Confidential |
| Place of Birth: | Confidential |
| Base of Operations: | Confidential |
| Marital Status: | Single, Widowed |
| Known Relatives: | Sazanka Hikari (Daughter), Utsusemi Hikari (Husband, Deceased), Susan Hikari (Daughter, Deceased), Carren Hikari (Praetorian), [No Given Name] Hikari (Praetorian Daughter) |
| Known Powers | |
| Control of dark energy, vision into the Ethereal plane, purported summoning of an extra-dimensional entity, purported transformation into a chimera-like creature (rumor unconfirmed). | |
| Known Abilities | |
| High competency in swordsmanship, hex manipulation, reported psionic abilities and/or resistance | |
| Equipment | |
| Unidentified antique sword, revolver, assorted toxin capsules, stun grenade, paper fan, throwing knives, vial of immortal bees(?) | |
| Rumored to be the earth-bound servant of the aforementioned extra-dimensional entity, but more research is required. Blind to the physical realm. Character is not used in combat situations. | |
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Contents |
The Creature
What constitutes fact from fiction in history often became blurred and mixed with myth, which sets the theme for this particular individual whose background is dotted throughout the world’s history. She is a cryptic creature, speaking often in riddles or in subtle teases, thus explaining the format of her following quotations. One will find though, that she is almost always somehow literal in her statements, and they should be taken as such.
What can be observed when physically approaching the creature – and creature would be an appropriate description of her, would be her apparent Asian or Pacific Islander origin by measure of her features. Upon casual encounter, individuals have remarked on how she tends to pine on ages long past, of cultures long abandoned, or cynicism regarding the current state of affairs. Some have even described her as “old-fashioned”, though her age cannot possibly be any older than twenty, though looks can often be deceiving.
When asked her name, it varies with the year. Five years ago, she was known as Koko Ming Na. Before that, she went by Karen Hikari. Before Karen Hikari was Tomoe, but nobody can give an exact estimate of the gap in usage. In response to the question of why she has gone by so many monikers in her time, she offers the idea of having to adapt to the change in society. The world expects names, like their owners, to age and decay and it appears that she has problems doing this naturally.
The one individual who can call her “family” is named Sazanka Hikari. The mention of her mother is countered with utter disdain and a grudge going across the mortal coil into the realms of taboo and technology. Sazanka makes the profound statement that the woman cannot be called human, or has not been human in centuries. Sazanka offers a hint that the creature is not alone, that she is merely a marionette being dangled by a higher power - this marionette being a shadow of a legend long ago whose ending is ambiguous with the centuries of information lost. Sazanka closes by insinuating that the woman’s blindness is only limited to the physical realm, but she is still capable of seeing through other means.
When confronted with these accusations, she laughs and lifts a dismissive hand. After all, what constitutes a legend?
“Daring to commit what society doesn’t want to see is one way to become immortal,” she has been quoted. “The idea of someone transcending time and place in this world of all things, shouldn’t be anything new to you. You read about it all the time; you witness it in today’s multimedia. However, I will not broadcast myself, think what you’ll dare.”
Some mystics and individuals versed in otherworldly matters have witnessed strange events around her person. Some claim to see figures emerging from her shadows or in the space around her – silhouettes of serpents, a feminine figure of disproportionate size to the owner, or a great winged creature hovering just out of reach of the woman standing there so passively, as if ignorant to the happenings. All the same, it is often contemplated as to how someone supposedly blind can navigate around independently, let alone accurately swing a sword or shoot a firearm.
To the Unspoken Question
“Following his defeat… No, following the shame of being cast aside for the crime of being a woman, unable to rest next to him at his fall, I became selfish. After my own inevitable fall at the hands of the enemy, little choices remained - either consign to servitude as a meager wife or serve in the red district. I was delirious, begging like a child, my judgment thrown into the abyss when I fled and was subsequently discovered by the figure that would later shackle me into serfdom. The idea of mortality while still baring this shame was unfathomable. I could not send myself to him in Yomi, though I did point my blade to my throat, my toll resting in my lap. I could not cross the river.”
On Serpents
“I find comfort in the company of serpents. I find pleasure in their textures, and the lithe, slick surfaces of their bodies. Pluck one from the sand or basking upon a rock, and she is warm and writhing in your grasp. She would not bite me, though she slips between my fingers and up my arm, her scales grazing against my bare flesh. I envy her, yet we are sisters. We lay low to the earth, curled in shadows and only to bask in the sun in our own company. Our heads turn to the sky, and we curse the dark clouds with our desire to fly closer to the sun.”
Matters of Family
“I was married once, about twenty five years ago. It was a terrible mistake, as has every other attempted relationship I have engaged in. There was no pleasure to be had from the union; rather, I was employed to be an experiment – thus, how the twins were born, though I was never allowed near them nor touched by my husband again. On the outside, he was a charismatic individual with a full beard and an even fuller smile; a quiet man with a kind smile, a scientist operating a small biotechnology firm off of Japan. The inside harbored a dark tendency to explore what should not be explored, and tinker with life in ways I would not even have pondered. The first procedure on the twins was innocent enough – saving Susan’s life, though that would be forfeit following the Second Invasion. With the second procedure, Sazanka blames me for her plight in her conversion to a technological life support, though it was her father's idea to preserve his remaining biological child; the poor girl didn’t realize the truth until after she killed him. I wonder if his little boy android knows that his ‘big sister’ is a murderer."
"But it seems to be a theme in my long life for men to attempt to exploit me; it is an insult to my intelligence. Though, I do have this ideal that a romance is an equal venture of mutual pleasure, and of trust and utmost longevity. However, if you ask me if there is anyone I would be willing to risk losing friendship with to pursue romance, I decline. I was once the topic of an epic venture between master and pupil. I once danced the Charleston at Times Square. I once shared a lock of hair and a drop of blood drawn by my favorite blade. I have been mentor to a man I would have adored to call ‘lover’. I have been held while I quivered in fear by a former rival. I have shared a variety of moments with special individuals, but I offer that I am too jaded to pursue anything otherwise, anymore.”
Audio Diary: May 5, 2010 5:40AM
<A loud sigh that crackles in the microphone.>
"Sharkhead, somewhere near the fortress, I think." <Mumbled> "The GPS on my phone is not cooperating."
"Well, equipped with a pair of rusty, blunted shears instead of a proper weapon, I bested a small army of clones today."
"For a few hours, I commandeered a factory that produced them on command, though the building no longer exists due to a failed manipulation attempt by a bad little boy; how Crey initially got a hold of my DNA to go through the initial process is beyond me. I did enjoy commanding my own little group of miniature Meikas for a while, though I am perturbed by the fact they were so easy to dispose of. I will take this fact as a note for my self-improvement."
"My faith in mankind is not rekindled by the incompetency of the men I was working with. Whereas one was excellent with his unorthodox method of intelligence retrieval, he had none to spare. The other constantly apologized so much to the point he could not be taken seriously. Such is the curse of humanity, to have to rely on others in minor assistance on occasion. It was the first time in a while I had experienced battle with a worthy opponent though as I confronted a manipulating little 'child' that stole my 'toys', however irritating it was when the building nearly collapsed on me in his last-ditch effort of annihilating me. I can't even remember all their names now."
<Long yawn, sound of her straining with a stretch.>
"It matters not in the end, I suppose. I then attempted to sleep during the day, but the spring rain and stickiness of the atmosphere kept me awake. I miss sleeping indoors, but I suppose it is all together important for me to become acquainted with the great outdoors again. My Mentor and my Master both insist I get back into shape, therefore I begrudgingly comply in this rigorous routine."
<Rapid gunfire. The hum of a drone passes in the background. Someone screams.>
"The practice is fruitful though, and I will be worthy of a decent blade again soon enough. These enchanted shears, who squawk noisily upon every subtle twitch for the purposes of irritating an irrational fear of mine, are proving to further aggravate my already shattered sanity. I would almost call this cruel and unusual punishment."
"Speaking of cruel and unusual punishment..."
"Today is the twins' 25th birthday. Time flies when it no longer matters to you, one guesses. I have a desire to visit Susan's memorial in Rhode Island, though I do not know if I shall make it there. I did arrange for a small gift to be deposited as Sazanka's doorstep for the occasion, and part to merely keep her paranoia in-tact. If she chooses not to destroy the parcel, perhaps she would enjoy it; it is a comb that used to belong to me when I was her age - a pale jade complimented with a carving of a phoenix."
"If she chooses to get rid of the box, then there is nothing lost; if I did not want to lose it, I would not have deposited it there to begin with."
Fragment of Video Footage, Unknown Date/Time
A skull-masked man offers a hand, a black gloved set of fingers resting in his palm in return. Surrounding them are mounds upon mounds of red clay and ash, and the clang of hum of machinery greatly interferes with the audio. A reverberation carries through the environment, though nearby workers in hard-hats and yellow vests pay the noise no mind. The camera jolts as the masked man halts with an extended arm as to keep the holder from delving into a gigantic excavation hole, though the brief jerking motion offers a glimpse of pulsating light from inside.
Pausing the footage here would offer a black surface covered in luminous runes of indefinite language or origin, the object only partially revealed, but it seems to extend further downward into the excavation shaft, farther than the dusk's light and the nearby gas lanterns can show. The hole itself was at least thirty feet wide.
Resuming the clip, there is chatter in Mandarin from the workers, something about readings going berserk. The masked man waves them in dismissal with a white gloved hand, before turning his head back to the camera. His accent is heavy, most likely Germanic, and he had to yell over the cacophonous reverberations from the object down in the shaft. "Like nothing anyone's ever seen... This, this predates even the Sha'lesk's excursion on earth. It predates humanity. It's beautiful, Meika, if only you could see it."
Audio Diary: August 7, 2010 7:18AM
<It is dead quiet. There is a clearing of her throat. Her voice snaps angrily.> "Kazakov. Mess hall."
"Do I have upon my head a declaration that every male I find favor with will in some way entangle me in less than savory activities? Does my blindness insinuate that I will be kept unawares of my surroundings?"
<The feed cuts out then back in. She speaks in her usual low monotony.>
"It is not coincidence that I have found myself riddled with laughter twice this week. Nevermind the fact that my life has too few pleasures, I have been found in hysterics twice. The first was when 'The Dear Acquaintance' informed me of his lighthearted harassment of the otherworldly version of my daughter. The second was when an ally innocently mistook me and another friend as being wed. Would I ever put a man through so much torture as forcing him to permanently mate with me?"
<Pause. A slow inhale.>
"There has been an increased interest in my toys. One close female has courageously offered to retrieve for me the Yugiri from my wayward offspring, though I have my doubts that the cursed blade will ever arrive in my hands again. What is more curious is the fact that last month, I was given back a precious artifact I once offered as a peace token to the aforementioned 'Dear Acquaintance.' Ever since then, am I asked about it often, and pressured with offers to have its burden removed of me. What use would they have for this little antique grass-cutter? Methinks not, said I, the little woman."
"In other news, I have found myself yet again surrounded by compatriots I once swore never to walk with again. It is amusing how life plays out, and what can be salvaged from the ashes of burned bridges. I admit to a measure of satisfaction at being found useful again, though I have no clue as to how long this arrangement will last. For me, my nights have always been long, but these deals shorter than the idle flick of an eyelid."
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